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ourselves.”
    “Why’d you trash my clothes? And where was my underwear! And why am I sore all over?”
    These questions were followed by a long pause on the other end of the line. A snort came through, as if Lauren had dozed off in mid-consideration.
    “Go back to bed, Cassie. You’re still talking gibberish and my damn head hurts. My brain hurts. I have no idea where my panties are, honestly, let alone yours. See you in class tomorrow. Bye.”
    The line went dead before she could say anything in return.
    Terribly confused and scared, Cassie checked the door and found it still locked like Lauren said. Her keys were inside with her. She calmed down a bit.
    Okay, that was logical and matched what Lauren had said.
    She must’ve missed something, some small clue. So she examined her clothes and her body in the mirror again, and stretched her body to find all marks that she could. There were bruises. If she hadn’t been… she couldn’t even say it. What really happened to her? Why was she bruised all over? Were they all so drunk that they might have dragged her from the cab towards the elevator and possibly banged her up like these? Or maybe the elevator wasn’t working and they dragged her up the stairs?
    It did not explain her womanhood hurting.
    She took a deep breath. “Ahhh! Cassie Shea Watsen, you cannot hold your liquor.” She pointed to herself in the mirror. “I do not know you, girl.”
    She blinked sleepily. Maybe she was mistaken? Maybe something could explain this, but she just couldn’t get it right now. No, she wasn’t… no of course not. She blinked again, and looked back at the mirror.
    “Ahhhhh!” she screamed.
    Her mirror was gone. Her reflection was gone.
    Instead, the mirror frame gaped like a doorway into a dark, putrid smelling cave. The doorway’s framing breathed as if about to bow out and explode open.
    Then her glimpse into Hell was gone.
    The mirror was back with her own frightened, wide-eyed image. But her heart raced like hell.
Chapter Four
    SHE FROZE like an animal too frightened to run but panting like she had been running for a long time. Finally, she shook her head and decided she was still feeling the after-effects of her drunken stupor.
    What could’ve been in that ‘Cleveland’ drink? she thought a bit. You did mix drinks, Stupid Girl. What you were drinking, tasting everyone else’s drinks, and whatever his ‘magic’ drink was.
    What if she had caused her bewildering state of undress? What if she had been so drunk and so horny that she ripped her clothes up and did everything else? She had never… but what other explanation could there be? She certainly remembered how she pined for her dace partner. She certainly remembered feeling lust so strong she would have let him fuck her if there had been a chance for them to find a place somewhere where they could be alone.
    Later, she washed down a few analgesic pills with a lot of water. She was really thirsty. Then she peeled off what was left of her clothes, dumped them into the dirty laundry, and took a long, hot shower to get cleaned. She followed it up by a long hot soak in the tub to reach those parts of her too sore and unreachable by the shower.
    The comforting heat of the water washed away her fears. Dry, relaxed and bundled in her thick, fluffy robe, she prepared a light meal and watched TV with the sound down low as she ate. It was something to take her mind off the throbbing headache brought about by her hangover. The pain pills, water and food weren’t helping dim the rhythmic pain as much as they advertised.
    Without noticing though, she got back to being impatient and dissatisfied, half forgetting her meal as she flicked through channels, never staying on one for more than a couple of minutes.
    She finally finished her meal without tasting it because her mind kept wandering to her friends, to the club last night, and to the gorgeous man rubbing his hard, hot body against hers.
    God, he’d felt good. Smelled